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Dancing at the chance to advance,
Through every single circumstance,
Exponentially enhancing the experience.
Evolving, adapting to this existence.
Energy permeating the expanse,
Creating a physical romance.
A performance based chase,
The Soul wearing a face,
All together in the same place.
Receiving the gift of grace,
Chasing after what we feel matters,
Climbing our invisible ladders,
Defending ourselves from attackers.
A busy mind constantly chatters,
As thoughts splatter the landscape,
Your world starts taking shape.
There's no reason to escape,
You're the Hero, Grab your cape,
Scrape away layers that stink,
Reshape the way you think.
On the bottom you can't sink,
It's time to find the kink,
The weak link out of sync.
Drink from the fountain of youth,
Know you are the truth,
Advancing through dancing with you.
Vain mankind, you measure and image objectives
You build, and tear down, errect and level the fomer,
Lauded structures, become despised, as you search
For validation ' as you sense the cold expanse of
Eternity, and its structure ' always expanding it has no
Base known to humanity.' Man cannot fathom or weigh
Its complexlity, its simple existence mesmerises us
As we struggle with basic human needs.' As we value
That which we posses. Yet will never own.' As so many
Elevate themselves to claim kingship, to promote war
And to control, they are lost in their aging..in the shell
Of decompisition, they place their trust, plot courses
And yet know they must depart.' For God is tearing them
Apart, dissasembling, to cast away the dross, to reshape
The clay.' Man rages in vain against his creator; he copies
And yet curses, denigrates others to obtain more yet
Will never own more..More than a chance! a one time
Opportunity to recieve enlightenment, through Jesus
Christ, the gift of God, the Holy Spirit wafts and waves
Over us morning and night.' Awake to salvation embrace
The light.'
My journey is one of balance and harmony,
I am a water metaphor that adapts its shape;
always flowing, yielding, softly and quietly,
but strong enough to cut into rock and reshape.
I chose a way to nature and contemplation,
to create my inner sanctuary;
an open gate, a secret garden creation,
a place where all turmoil I can bury.
I am on my own unique beautiful journey,
where I can let go of time and slow down;
with moderation in all things and no need to hurry;
and be independent as a star shining alone.
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September 23, 2022
Poetry/Quatrain/My Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1489-966-23
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 09/25/2022
Sixth Place
Dipping in and out of spectrum of light,
which vibration should we prioritise,
given all heart seeks is heightened delight,
whilst mind is prone to weigh, measure and size?
Befriending silence, dwelling in the void,
sans thought flow, ego cravings too recede
and no longer by illusions decoyed,
light of Self manifests, taking the lead.
Divine entwined, now aligned with God’s mind,
benign bliss burns reshape our body urn
transforming us to be loving and kind,
reclaiming soul’s light as we slowly learn.
Life as impulsed will play out in space-time
but we’re enraptured by love’s sublime chime.
We are all part of the political landscape,
And from that there is no escape,
Even if on the moonscape.
We do however have the power to change that landscape,
If we do not bow and scrape,
But instead vote for those in better shape,
To rearrange the streetscape.
Maybe now it is time to come out from behind the cloudscape
For a better view of the streetscape,
And get out your trowel to scrape,
Til you see yourself in the landscape,
From which there is no escape,
But in which we all play a part in how to reshape,
If we want our children to be in better shape,
Than those of us who only stand and gape,
From above the political landscape.
I've seen it all, both war and peace;
Some things remain, or change, then cease.
From the late fifties until now-
Have watched our Nation test its vow.
Perhaps not always the same way,
More so in line with each new day.
Since changes reshape varied styles,
We must accept established trials.
Once, our frontier was the Wild West.
Now outer space becomes our quest.
Inventors blessed us with changed ways;
And gifted us the modern phase.
We stand together with these finds
That alters life, and its designs.
Accept as prime, or seen as bad;
A final fact, or just a fad.
Since that one day so long ago,
Our Independence spread to show,
from thirteen Colonies we grew-
to Fifty States- red, white, and blue.
America, you are the best-
Fulfilled your purpose, met your test.
Land of the Free was meant to be!
Upheld in Life and Liberty!
World of Jews,
your name is written
in the pages of history.
Not in silence—
but in brilliance.
You are a people
of sharp minds.
Of endurance.
Tested by time.
I have seen your sorrow.
In Sobibor extermination camp
the air carried grief.
The earth remembered pain.
Even there—
your spirit did not break.
In another age,
in another life,
you built cities.
You shaped trade.
You mastered craft.
Hands of skill.
Minds of order.
Your culture carries weight.
Your tradition—dignity.
The world was not always kind.
Yet you endured.
And in endurance—
you became great.
Your achievements speak.
They echo in every nation.
But greatness is fragile.
It can be stained
by the actions of a few.
Do not let your name
be carried into darkness
by men like
Benjamin Netanyahu.
Power, when misused,
destroys even the noble.
O sons and daughters of Israel—
guard your legacy.
Do not allow
those without conscience
to speak in your name.
No cause
justifies the breaking
of moral law.
No vision
should demand
the loss of humanity.
The world does not hate you.
The world watches you.
And it remembers.
If you are just—
stand for justice.
If you are good—
protect what is good.
Let not a few
reshape the image
of the many.
Choose wisdom
over pride.
Choose peace
over dominance.
Support balance.
Support a future
where two peoples
may live—
Not in fear—
but in dignity.
For power alone
does not secure legacy.
Only justice does.
And history—
is never silent.
MARRIAGE OF DIAMOND AND GOLD
~ Scented honeysuckle heaves from her pillow ~
Her chest rises and falls, a strong and gentle ship
Her lips tinted pink with luscious femininity
Her laugh pulls joy from the the thunder of his heart
~ His strength, as the ship anchor, keeps his marriage grounded ~
He will lasso the universe, reshape the moon and stars for her
She holds his shoulders, looks into his eyes, certainty of blue
Their minds, like an intertwined road, meld, separate, and kiss again
~ Their rings clink together like champagne flutes ~
Diamonds and gold fizz, exuberant in their lives
Sensate flesh and size perfect, imperfect, paradise
His arms cloak her shoulders, a raiment of dreamy content
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
the covid 19 pandemic has altered humanity ...
laid the world bare ... recovery will take time
and the way we live must be altered
globally values have transformed
and wait
for a world-wide reset
~ I have changed so much since the beginning
of this pandemic that I am not the same person
but a better person has evolved ~
world-wide we must build together
stronger expectations, become more resilient, greener
together we can build a better planet ...
but we need solutions from world leaders
it will not be simple ... but we can and we will
~ as I watched on television the horrors of covid 19
something inside of me was born and a person emerged
with serenity and tranquility in her heart ~
reality is the pandemic has made some rich
large businesses thriving while small close
people lose their jobs, masks mandatory ...
children unable to play in parks ... or go to school
people died 'alone' ...
~ we are almost there as populations get vaccinated
soon societies can amend, modify and revamp
with far-reaching plans ... all-embracing
... and to those we think the pandemic
was a conspiracy, I say ...
tell that to the millions of families grieving deaths
and who could not even give their loved ones
... proper funerals
~ soon, it will be time to reset and reshape
are you ready ? _ ~
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June 17, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/reset and reshape
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1365-039-17
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Global Reset 21
sponsor, Joe Maverick, Judged 07/11/2021
Seventh Place
With much trepidation I visited the local "hair stylist" today.
It was a "hair raising" experience as compared to barbers of yesterday!
'Twas thirty years since I'd heard the snip of a barber's shears,
Since my long-suffering wife had trimmed my hair for many years!
My hair had become somewhat bushy on the sides and nape,
So I needed her to thin it out and my sparse coiffure reshape!
I was the only guy there, suffering the ladies' intimidating gaze.
"Will this agony ever end?" I thought, for lack of a better phrase!
Displayed in her tidy shop were various creams, dyes and oils,
Plus a variety of glosses and shampoos to beautify the goils!
It took about five minutes for her to snip and groom my hair.
I paid eight bucks plus a paltry tip and scurried out of there!
Now, in the barber shops of old idled the usual jovial blokes,
As the barber recited a litany of the latest risque jokes.
On the walls he displayed posters of women scantily clad.
There was none of that in the "hair stylist's" shop to be had!
The barber shaved and powdered your neck among his amenities,
(After abiding rowdy razzing and very colorful profanities!")
You left his shop reeking of Vitalis and/or pungent bay of rum.
All of this for just six-bits - a nickel tip was the rule of thumb!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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